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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Kate_Argent, Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale, Chris_Argent/Kate
      Argent/Derek_Hale
  Character:
      Kate_Argent, Chris_Argent, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      webcam, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, First_Time, Pre-Canon, Dubious_Consent,
      Masturbation, Oral_Sex, Sibling_Incest, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-08 Words: 2331
****** Wednesday Nights ******
by marmolita
Summary
     It's Wednesday night, and Chris is sitting on his bed with his
     laptop. When Kate's call pops up on his screen, he accepts it, just
     like he always does, but she's not in front of the webcam like usual.
     The text chat box has a message from Kate in it that says, "Mute your
     microphone." Chris complies, confused, and watches the video of
     Kate's empty studio apartment, where she must be standing just off-
     camera, with the laptop on her desk. Kate's sound is on, and he hears
     the click of the door and Kate's voice inviting someone in.
Notes
     Warnings: Incest. It's also implied that Chris and Kate began their
     relationship when Kate was still underage. Derek is underage (~16)
     when he has sex with Kate. Dubcon warning because the sex is
     consensual but one party is not aware that someone is watching them
     do it.
See the end of the work for more notes
It's a Wednesday, seven in the evening, and Victoria has just left to take
Allison to gymnastics practice. Chris shuts the door and climbs the stairs to
his bedroom, checking his watch and counting the seconds as the sound of the
car disappears in the distance. Five minutes pass, ten, and he shuts the blinds
and sits on the bed, settling his laptop in front of him and opening the lid.
It's been fifteen minutes exactly, right on time, when he clicks the button to
launch a video chat. The call is answered in seconds, and Kate's face blinks
into view on his screen. It's 2006, and Skype is still new technology, but the
grainy webcam image is still better than nothing. "Your schedule is so
predictable, Chris," she says, grinning.
He leans against the pillows and smiles back.
***
Allison has been taking gymnastics classes almost her whole life. The schedule
has changed a little over time, different for each studio when they move from
town to town, but Chris takes her on Mondays and Fridays and Victoria always
takes her on Wednesdays. It's a two-hour practice, and there are any number of
things Chris could be doing while he's home alone: cooking, cleaning, planning
strategy for his next hunt. Instead, Chris calls his sister every Wednesday
night.
Kate has been out on her own for four years, traveling, working with hunters in
different cities, coordinating with Gerard on larger projects. Sometimes she's
busy, sometimes things are quiet, but she always makes time for Chris. Now that
they have video chat, phone sex is better than ever. Kate is as Kate has been
for years -- brilliant and bright, hard and sharp around the edges. Her eyes
glint when she watches him push down his pants around his hips, and she licks
her lips when he takes hold of himself, as if she were imagining having him in
her mouth.
Kate talks a lot during sex. She likes to tell Chris what she'd like to do with
him, how she'd want him to fuck her, and he likes to listen. She never closes
her eyes when she's touching herself, but keeps them fixed on Chris the whole
time. Kate has an athletic body from years of training to fight, and amazing
flexibility. She sometimes contorts herself into positions Chris can't imagine
ever achieving, so that the webcam can pick up every detail, so that Chris can
see the glistening moisture on the folds of her labia as she slides a dildo
inside herself and says, "I want you to fuck me just like this -- you know how
I like it. Look at how wet I am -- are you watching, Chris? Open your eyes and
look at me, can you see it?"
Chris doesn't say much during these sessions; it's mostly a mixture of "fuck,"
"Kate," "yes," and "Jesus Christ." He comes harder watching her than he ever
does with his wife.
***
It's 2006, and Kate has been in Beacon Hills for three months. Chris has been
on rotation there several times to keep an eye on the Hale family, but he's
never caught them harming any humans. He's not entirely sure why Gerard decided
to send Kate there, but she seems happy enough about it, like it's part of some
bigger plan.
It's Wednesday night, and Chris is sitting on his bed with his laptop. When
Kate's call pops up on his screen, he accepts it, just like he always does, but
she's not in front of the webcam like usual. The text chat box has a message
from Kate in it that says, "Mute your microphone." Chris complies, confused,
and watches the video of Kate's empty studio apartment, where she must be
standing just off-camera, with the laptop on her desk. Kate's sound is on, and
he hears the click of the door and Kate's voice inviting someone in.
A teenage boy walks into the room, taking off his jacket and hanging it in the
closet as if he's been there before. He looks a little familiar, but Chris
can't quite place him. Kate walks up behind the boy and slides her hands around
his waist, and he leans back into her and turns his head up to kiss her.
Chris knows that Kate's been with other men. He even knows she prefers them
younger, and that Chris himself is the outlier to her pattern. Still, she's
never brought one home on camera before, and he's not sure that it's something
he really wants to see, especially with a boy that young. He doesn't turn his
laptop off though, not when he hears Kate murmuring, "You're so hot," in the
boy's ear, not when she backs up to the bed and the boy puts his hands under
her shirt and pushes it up to reveal the lace of her bra.
Kate laughs and takes off her shirt and pants, and Chris recognizes the look in
the boy's eyes because it's the same way he looks at Kate, the same way anyone
would look at her if she were spread out and willing before them. She lays back
on the bed and the boy crawls up over her, shedding his shirt and his jeans
along the way to reveal a lean, lithe form, erection obvious in his black
boxer-briefs. Kate spreads her legs and lets him slide in between, thrusting
against her with the barrier of their underwear still between them.
The boy is young and enthusiastic, more eager than skilled, but Kate doesn't
seem to mind. She lets him put his mouth on her breasts, tugging them out of
the cups of her bra and suckling her nipples. She talks to him, too, Kate is
always talking, saying, "Yes, just like that, that feels so good." The boy lets
out a breathy noise as he rubs himself against her again, and she says, "I want
you to go down on me, sweetie, have you ever done that before?"
"No," the boy answers. "Kate, you know I'd never done any of this before you."
Kate just laughs and puts a hand on the boy's shoulder, guiding him lower on
her body. "Don't worry, I'll teach you." She pushes herself up onto her elbows
and glances straight into the webcam, straight at Chris, and smiles, mouthing,
"Wish you were here." Chris opens his pants and takes his dick into his hand.
The boy kisses his way down her stomach, then curls his fingers under the sides
of her panties. "Take them off," she tells him, and he does. He leans his face
down into the space between her legs and his ribs expand, like he's taking a
big breath in, like he's smelling her. "Go ahead," she says, "Put your mouth on
me. Use your tongue." Chris sees the shudder go through Kate when the boy
complies, when he closes his mouth on her clit, when he slides his tongue
inside her. "Fuck," Kate breathes, "You're gonna be great at this."
Chris grabs some hand lotion to make things easier, and pulls steadily on his
dick while he watches Kate instruct the boy, telling him where to put his
mouth, how to use his fingers, where to lick and where to suck. Chris has heard
it before, because Kate used to tell him the same things when he'd go down on
her, back when they weren't separated by thousands of miles. The boy is patient
and must be a quick study; Chris couldn't get Kate off the first time he went
down on her, but this boy is doing it. He can see all of Kate's tells -- the
way she bites her lower lip, the way she moves her thighs closer around the
boy's head, the way she arches her back off the bed.
"Yes, just like that," she says to the boy. "Just keep doing that, keep your
fingers in me, I'm gonna come, do you want to feel me come?" Then she's crying
out, twisting on the bed, and the boy is trying to keep his mouth in place
while she squeezes her thighs on his ears. He looks dazed when it's over,
licking his lips and wiping his face with his hand as he climbs up the bed to
kiss her.
"Was that okay?" he asks, drying his hand on the sheets. Kate grins and flips
him onto his back, shimmying down his body.
"You did great, sweetie," she tells him. "Now it's your turn." He takes a sharp
breath in when her breasts brush over his erection, and Chris can see spots of
red forming high on his cheekbones. Kate mouths him through the fabric and he
squirms, thrusting up against her mouth. She laughs and pulls his underwear
off, then holds his hips down with one hand. The camera angle is a little
awkward but Kate leans to the side so Chris can watch her lick a broad stripe
up the underside of the boy's dick, then swirl her tongue around the head
before taking him into her mouth.
Chris strokes himself faster, imagining her tongue on his own aching cock,
imagining fucking her mouth like he knows the boy is dying to do. He's getting
close, but he wants to hold out long enough to watch the whole show. The boy
gasps Kate's name and grips the sheets hard while she works on him, trembling
with the effort of holding still and letting her do what she wants.
The boy's young, and it doesn't last very long. Chris wonders if he even
appreciates the finer points of Kate's skilled tongue. The boy mumbles
something to try to warn her, and Kate pulls off, stroking his cock with a
firm, sure hand. He arches up off the bed, shouting, when he comes, and his
eyes turn a shockingly electric shade of blue. A cold shiver runs down Chris's
spine at the sight but it's too late, he's too close, and he's squeezing his
eyes shut and coming too, all over his hand and his stomach.
When Chris looks again, the boy's eyes are back to a normal, human color, and
he's sitting up on the bed with a goofy grin. Kate tells the boy to go clean
himself up in the bathroom, then walks over to the laptop. She grins at the
webcam and blows a kiss, then shuts off the feed.
***
Chris calls Kate the next day, but she just laughs at him when he confronts her
about the boy. "Calm down," she tells him. "He's not dangerous. The kid thinks
he's in love with me, he's not going to hurt me. Besides, he's a beta, he
couldn't turn me if he wanted to."
"Why?" Chris asks. "Why would you even do something like that?"
"What, don't tell me you didn't like the show? He's fucking hot, Chris, and
he's good with his tongue. I'm just having some fun, and it lets me keep a
closer eye on them." There's silence on the phone for a minute while Chris
tries to come up with something to say, and then Kate says, "Oh, Chris. Are you
jealous?"
***
Chris watches Kate with the boy on the webcam six more times. There are a lot
of handjobs and blowjobs, and the boy goes down on her more often than not.
Sometimes, she lets him fuck her, telling him exactly what she likes here just
like everywhere else. The last time, Kate rides the boy backwards, facing the
laptop. Chris watches her breasts bounce up and down and Kate keeps her eyes
locked on the webcam the whole time. He comes harder than he has in years.
The next day, he gets a report on the fire that wipes out nearly all of the
Hale family, including humans and children. If Kate did it, if it wasn't an
accident, then it's so far against the code the code might as well not even
exist. She calls him up before he can call her, though, and says, "I'm done
with Beacon Hills. I hope you've still got that spare room because I'm coming
home."
"Kate, that fire, did you--"
"Don't be ridiculous, Chris. Of course it wasn't me, but they're all going to
blame me for it anyway so I need to get out of town. I always hated this city
anyway."
The tightness eases in Chris's chest, and he says, "You know there's always a
place for you here."
***
When Chris Argent moves his family back to Beacon Hills, the first thing he
does is take a survey of the area and any known werewolves. He visits Peter
Hale in the nursing home, and satisfies himself that Peter's not even capable
of pissing on his own, much less killing anybody. He gets an in at the police
station, courtesy of his "official" job of selling firearms, which is how he
finds out that Derek Hale is in town, no doubt to find out what happened to his
sister, Laura.
There are no photos of Derek Hale, thanks to the glare of his eyes any time
someone tries to take one, but the hunter who works as a deputy copies the
license plate number of Derek's car from his file, and Chris keeps an eye out
for it. This is how he and his men find Derek at the gas station, filling up
the tank of his black Camaro.
Chris stands back and just watches Derek put gas in his car. There's something
familiar about him, but Chris doesn't quite recognize him. When he's finished
with the pump, Chris motions his men and they move in to let Derek know that
they're keeping an eye on him. It's not until he's watching Derek clench his
fist that Chris realizes where he's seen him before.
Later that night, jerking off in the bathroom while his wife sleeps, Chris
remembers watching Kate suck Derek's cock, and remembers Derek's fist clenched
full of silk sheets.
End Notes
     Thanks to quigonejinn for beta and for the whole chatspam that
     inspired all of this! The "wish you were here" is entirely hers.
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